When the world is ran by greed, even the sky lessens...

Greed has no reason...

Arms clasped around them, the knees support my forehead and I don't know why so warm the eyes of the sky seem and so deep... they tell me to sleep... I am not yet born, a bird waiting for its flight...

There is no superiority in destroying other species of Nature's creatures – greed, wildness.

Cloudy water does not clear by stirring it. A cloudy sky does.

Carefully weighted wisdom costs less.